Saying It Eastern-Style
Nature traps its prey
with lures contrived to conceal
a murderous heart.
It never could harm
if its offerings repelled.
A strong stink could save.
Wish it a foul smell—
hope its baits turn repugnant
enough to starve it.
It aims to excite.
Its object in arousing
is always new prey.
Nature would be fed.
Its driving will is to launch
all food-bearing seed.
All will be devoured
by a ravenous charmer.
No spawn will be spared.